Please, just breathe.
When you're thinking too much and you know it's getting you down.
Please, breathe. Just breathe when you hear her name echo in your head one billion times.
Breathe even amidst the blaring silence that brings you to tears.
For God's sake just breathe.

Poems and words, this art form is so beautiful.
It can provoke a few emotions with the slightest of ease.
Nouns and verbs to catch every glance you've taken and turn it into a movie.
Because she's not just reading her book, no.
She silently sifts through pages, seamlessly occupied for ages and in the same spot she sat for hours. In her same faded oversized shirt, with a cigarette.
What worth she has and she doesn't know. She's reading into another story but hers is all I care about.
But poems can do that to you!
Yes! Cause when I say I love her, I don't just mean that I love her. I mean the sun shines brighter for her, I mean that tides are pulled by her emotions cause she is the sun and the moon and the earth and the water. I mean to say that not only does my heart revolve around hers like the relationship between two planets, but I live for her. Eat, breath and die for her.
I mean that poetry isn't just beautiful because words sound nice, I mean poetry is beautiful because you make it beautiful.
Little pieces of you laid out into text for the world to see. Now that's beautiful.

Drunken thoughts on the back porch, make me think a lot about the times or back when everything made sense.
Past tense, I was just young kid trying to find an identity.
I ran through phases, ran through friends that help me see the ways then
High school came around, I was a dumb kid.
Arrogant, hell sent left to be the harbinger of my own bad news.
I couldn't blame it on the rest, the peer pressure, fear that makes me think whether I had lost my way.
But then again I don't know what that means.
I don't know what to do.
And I'm starting just to think like you.
All money. Green. C.R.E.A.M all around me.
But I don't feel the hype and man I guess that you could down me for just being real. I'll let you know about just how I feel.
So when you see my head down you never have to wonder what the deal is.
It's just me, oh my, myself and I would like to offer you another slice to bite from my own flesh because right now really nothing sounds better than death.

If I could I reach into the deepest parts of my mind I would say;
The world is a beautiful place and I am no longer afraid to die.
Because you know what as many times as I can count I've smiled when I smelt fresh cut grass.
I laugh when I see my friends make an ugly face from the sunlight magnifying off my water glass.
Or how people help people
And even though we're all lethal we proceed to keep it faithful, keep regal.
Before this epiphany, the world held nothing in its hands to intrigue me.
It was cold.
And I was cold.
Sometimes I think I'm moving back to my bitter ways.
But hey the world is a beautiful place and I am no longer afraid to die.
And when that happens I'll probably fly or maybe just be food for the flies.

If you were to ask me what memories stained the crevice of my brain most I'd simply reply; Car rides.
There was always this calm, serene feeling that came with the tires pushing off concrete.
The ac blasts a cold breeze and on the radio we play music
"When I saw you looking like I'd never thought, so what's it gonna cost to be gone"
And when I saw you, looking like you haven't a care in the world, I smiled.
Because your comfort meant more than anything.
And that's why I watched you, every day, every night and between car rides.
These were the moments I feel I got to observe you and listen in on the things you said with your body.
With your smile.
Your eyes.
And the way your hand never left mine.
Ask me once more what memories stain the crevice of my brain most and I'll simply reply; Car rides.

Honestly, just don't go to sleep.
Don't get around to having your dreams or getting your hopes up or making it seem like maybe for once it's all gonna go your way.
May your eyes remain open because reality isn't kind.  
Not to the deaf and not to the blind.
Honestly, just lie awake.
Because you'll have time to wish you hadn't wasted time on sleeping before.
As if the memories of you don't already seem like bad dreams or being alone isn't always as bad as it seems
So I won't sleep tonight or tomorrow nor the next day.
I'm going to remain awake.

I don't think I'm happy but who the **** cares.
Many a times I play pretend and laugh with friends but I know deep down I'm just shriveling up.
Sometimes I think about killing myself, I don't believe I'll do it. I'm not strong enough for even that I guess. But I do think about it,
oh do I think about it.
And then I think what life would be like if I just laid down and didn't get up.
Oh do I think about it.
Sometimes and always.
Hallways seem longer, days get shorter and ever breath I take doth not make me stronger just closer to where I feel like I should be at this point.
Dead. Or just gone maybe. Alone.
These poems used to serve me a purpose; to release but now I'm just seeing me
And I don't like to look in the mirror.
Thats where I look to see something I fear, holding on but near insanity I'm digging into a rut.
Please don't listen to me.